RANDOM ECHOES 12/10/05

Countdown - 2 days to go

Taxi dash across London middle of the night - stashed ironing board, guitar, telly and a proud castor oil plant to Bermondsey in the company of a friendly taxi driver high on fasting for Ramadan. He tells me all the different ways to get from Coldharbour Lane to Southwark Park Road in approx 10 minutes (which is nothing short of a miracle in itself) and he talks so fast, semi-deliriously. At the end of the journey he helps unload the car and then repeats the directions again for me twice just in case I ever get lost. Thank you, whatever your name was.

It would seem the questions regarding pantomime dames were provident.

Bring out the Cosmo in you. If you do he'll become deliriously happy, start to shake and then levitate. Believe me I've seen it happen.

2 lovely coincidences on the South Bank:
- meeting creative guru/gent who only 45 minutes before I had been talking about with affection in another part of the city, and whom I had not seen for 18 months
- explaining to a friend in a crowd how and why I love the woman I do and as I do she is standing right behind me having just arrived